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magisteraTitle: The Usual
Word Count: 100
Pairing: SS/LM (sorta?)
Rating: PG for language
Disclaimer: So not mine. *sigh*
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hp100 challenge #94, "Valentine's Day".
Every year, the flowers came, and every year they held a new "surprise". Last year they’d been subtly cursed, so that anyone who touched them would die slowly and painfully. The year before that, they’d been a Portkey to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.
Severus sighed and cast a shielding charm over the bouquet, probing delicately to determine what this year’s gift held in store for him. Poison on the thorns, how unoriginal. The card, as always, simply read Happy Valentine’s Day. He disposed of the roses with a flick of his wand.
"Lucius, you son of a bitch."
Word Count: 100
Pairing: SS/LM (sorta?)
Rating: PG for language
Disclaimer: So not mine. *sigh*
Notes: Written for the
hp100 challenge #94, "Valentine's Day".Every year, the flowers came, and every year they held a new "surprise". Last year they’d been subtly cursed, so that anyone who touched them would die slowly and painfully. The year before that, they’d been a Portkey to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.
Severus sighed and cast a shielding charm over the bouquet, probing delicately to determine what this year’s gift held in store for him. Poison on the thorns, how unoriginal. The card, as always, simply read Happy Valentine’s Day. He disposed of the roses with a flick of his wand.
"Lucius, you son of a bitch."
